4g63Powered
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- Jun 17, 2008
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Bel Air,
Maryland
So now that I had pinned down a new shell, it was time to get what I needed from the black cherry Talon and get'r out of the garage. While my parents love me, they do not feel the same way about DSMs.
So, in she came:

And she would never be the same again. I'm not going to lie, it was a bittersweet moment when I killed the engine for the last time. This Talon was my first car that I really got down and dirty with and I had a lot of blood sweat and tears invested into it.
Anyways, I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.


It's worth noting the abundance of grime on the transmission in this picture. Oh yea, that'll be fun



Once I got everything I wanted, it was time to get her ready to go. The engine bay was basically empty, all electronics were removed from the interior, all the lights, brakes, and anything aftermarket was kept.
As she sat awaiting her fate, like a criminal facing the judge:


But all is not lost!! My dream (or my parents' nightmare, depending on how you see it) is realized:

The end of an era.
The last picture I have of my first DSM, and I wasn't even there to take it. Sad day. It was just a car, but damn it, it was my car.

So, in she came:

And she would never be the same again. I'm not going to lie, it was a bittersweet moment when I killed the engine for the last time. This Talon was my first car that I really got down and dirty with and I had a lot of blood sweat and tears invested into it.
Anyways, I'll let the pictures do most of the talking.


It's worth noting the abundance of grime on the transmission in this picture. Oh yea, that'll be fun




Once I got everything I wanted, it was time to get her ready to go. The engine bay was basically empty, all electronics were removed from the interior, all the lights, brakes, and anything aftermarket was kept.
As she sat awaiting her fate, like a criminal facing the judge:


But all is not lost!! My dream (or my parents' nightmare, depending on how you see it) is realized:

The end of an era.
The last picture I have of my first DSM, and I wasn't even there to take it. Sad day. It was just a car, but damn it, it was my car.
